Ye Xiwen's figure swiftly skimmed through the air, kicking up sprays of seawater. Over the boundless ocean, his speed was astonishing. He flew neither too low nor too high; flying too low made it easy to suffer ambushes from sea-dwelling demon beasts, while flying too high made him vulnerable to aerial demon beasts.
In this place filled with demon beasts everywhere, only this altitude was somewhat safe.
Even in the True Martial Realm, the seas remained one of the hardest places to set foot in. Even during True Martial School's most prosperous era, conquering these places had still been extremely arduous.
Let alone here on the Ancient Barrens Continent, where this endless sea was even more terrifying.
The fishy, salty sea wind rushed toward him, carrying a faint scent of blood that had drifted over from somewhere unknown.
Ye Xiwen's clothes snapped loudly in the wind. His body was almost like a beam of light as he crossed the endless sea. As long as he carefully avoided the storm regions, everything ahead was basically visible at a glance.
"Ye Xiwen, once you consolidate your cultivation for a while longer, you can make your charge toward the Transcendent Realm!" Ye Mo said.
Ye Xiwen nodded. At last, he somewhat understood how those Transcendent Realm experts under five hundred years old had emerged on the Ancient Barrens Continent.
Back in the True Martial Realm, he had absolutely counted as exceedingly young. Even Huang Wuji had already been over a thousand years old when he stepped into the Transcendent Realm.
Yet Ye Xiwen was only a little over a hundred years old now, not even two hundred. In the True Martial Realm, this would have shocked the world, but on the Ancient Barrens Continent, it seemed quite ordinary. Wang Mengyu was only a